See the Female Lead’s Fortuitous Encounters? They’re All Mine

[System + transmigrate into a book + Seizing the Beloved Heroine’s Fortuitous Opportunities] [Cold, astute female lead (villainess) vs. beautiful, strong, tragic male lead (great villain)] Gong Qiangwei is an orphan from Blue Star. She’s in her early thirties and worth over a hundred million, with complete financial freedom. How could she possibly be some poor little thing? Gong Qiangwei’s motto: So what if I’m grass? Even with an iron wall pressing down on me, I’ll punch a hole right through it! She transmigrates into a book as the villainess, destined to be a walking blood bank for the beloved heroine, Gong Mingzhu? Hah! She’ll make sure the heroine gets a mouthful of broken glass! The family, sect, and circle of friends the author gave Gong Mingzhu? She kills them one by one. The secret realms, deadly trials, and great opportunities the plot arranged for the heroine? She gladly takes them for herself. In the past, Gong Mingzhu looked at Gong Qiangwei as if she were an ant. Today... Gong Mingzhu clutches her dying Master, a Deity Transformation cultivator, and kneels on the ground, screaming at Gong Qiangwei in terror, with a Bu Jingyun-like expression: “Don’t come any closer!” On Blue Star, the capitalist class pins the working masses to the bottom of society, leaving them unable to move. The cultivation world is even worse. Great clans and aristocratic families monopolize high-level cultivation techniques, cultivation resources, and access to secret realms. Independent cultivators are no better than ants, routinely used as pathfinders or cannon fodder, with no hope of ever rising again? Independent cultivator Gong Qiangwei raises her hand and reveals the [Enhancement] System. A flawed cultivation technique? Enhance it! In an instant, it becomes a top-grade Heaven Rank technique. A failed pill? Enhance it! A top-grade four-pattern pill appears. An ancient, damaged magical artifact sold off as scrap metal? Enhance it! In an instant, that junk becomes a top-grade spiritual treasure. Gong Qiangwei surveys the shocked cultivators filling the hall and smiles faintly. “Who was it that just said independent cultivators at the bottom could never rise? Come out and take a few steps.” Content warning: The male lead appears rather late. At first, Gong Qiangwei treats him as a tool for taking the hits meant for Gong Mingzhu, so read with caution.